Francine's Birthday Party, Sixth Floor Common Room, Thursday Late Afternoon/Evening

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Katchoo had felt justified in blowing most of her last paycheck on food for this party, because this was a girl who would eat half-raw macaroni and cheese if left to her own devices and you really didn't want her cooking. It helped to have a radio cohost who ran the diner and could be shamelessly self-modded and had the weirdest mushy soft spot for her and Francine, so she'd been able to call in favors from Lacey, who'd supplied trays of sandwiches, salads, a couple of fancy-looking pasta dishes, and a large chocolate and raspberry mousse cake.

She'd thought setting up for the party would be a lot harder, but . . . eh, this wasn't the kind of party that you had just to see how many high-profile politicians you could get blackmail material on in one night. Simple enough. And as far as Katchoo was concerned, a hell of a lot more important.

The music for the night was a combination of Griffin Silver and the Beatles, there was extra room on the tables for food in case anyone else felt like bringing stuff, Clocky made occasional tweeting circuits of the room, and the ball pit was there for you if you needed it.

And Katchoo was even around, her usual diffident expression dialed down half a notch. The things we do for love, man.

. . . and then a bed of plastic squirt flowers sprang up in one corner of the room near the ballpit. Sigh. Happy frikkin' April Fool's.

[OOC: Up eeeeeeeeearly for SP, with the caveat that thatsamilkshake will be AFK until evening EST and can has a birthday girl! Wait for the OCD or I'mma sic Clocky on you OCD is up, party is open, huzzah and go forth and all that jazz.]

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Re: Talk to the Birthday Girl!

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oh. That.." Francine grinned and glanced at her feet.

Francine grinned and glanced at where her fee would be if there weren't boobs in the way. "Thanks. I mean, hanks, and also thanks. For, um. Helping."

Re: Talk to the Birthday Girl!

[brat_inslayage]

"Hey, if it worked out, it's all good," Kennedy said with a cheerful shrug. (Not looking at what was blocking Francine's line of sight there. Not looking. Chewie would kill her if she tried anything, and she wasn't trying anyway.) "Glad I could do something. You guys are pretty cute together."

Re: Talk to the Birthday Girl!

[thatsamilkshake]

"I'm not cute," Francine said. "Katchoo is cute. I'm too tall to be cute."

Re: Talk to the Birthday Girl!

[brat_inslayage]

You know, Kennedy was just going to risk the glare she'd totally earned for that brief assessing glance. "Nah. You both are. You're a little taller than I go for, but..." She held her hands up. "Kinda moot point, you know?"

Re: Talk to the Birthday Girl!

[thatsamilkshake]

"I can't fault you for being into blondes," Francine said with a glance towards the outskirts of the party where Tara totally wasn't managing to hide.

Re: Talk to the Birthday Girl!

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy followed that glance with a grin that was just the slightest bit this side of sappy... with a tiny touch of smug, too, it had to be admitted. "Yeah, we both have good taste that way, I guess."